Week 4

Its been a rather long week but I'll try to keep it brief.
Last weekend was another trying weekend with Cyn being sick and throwing up pretty much all weekend, which if you remember was a 3 day weekend. By Tuesday afternoon, she was at Dr. Chen's office getting fluids replaced intravenously as she was dehydrated from the weekend. We couldn't figure out if it was just the chemo doing its thing, or the nausea that she had before we even started treatment. The drugs were just not keeping the nausea at bay for as long has they had been earlier last week. Ugh.

Needless to say, she was ready as she could be for her 4th chemo treatment on Wednesday. Normally at the chemo lab the lounge chairs she sleeps in are no problem, but recently she started having sciatica pain (lower back and in the piriformis area-- aka deep in the right cheek) so she had a horrible time getting comfortable throughout the session (we're talking 4 hours). She needed to stand up and stretch and we worked hard to try and massage out the pain. Finally the nurses got the ok from Dr. Chen to give her a small dose of pain meds so that she would just sleep. It put her out pronto. From there it was on to radiation. It was an exhausting long day but no nausea .

Thank you for your "clear feeding tube" thoughts.... they are working, keep em coming. We've been diligent about flushing the tube with water to keep it clear and running smoothly too but I really think the visualization energy is working in there somewhere. And while you're at it, can you start visualizing her with no nausea?? I think if she could actually say it out to all of you directly she'd say she really hates the nausea and the throwing up the most. She sheds tears every time she gets sick so I know this is what pains her the most.

In addition we had a few more challenges this week. Joe figured out that there was something not so good (aka dead animal) in the basement and the smell was starting to creep up into the house at night. So after a search, he did find a possum that was alive and took off when it saw him but was unable to find the source of the not so good scent. Then later in the week we determined that whatever was down there had a nasty infestation of fleas, which were also eventually making there way up into the house... while deciding we could flea bomb the house today and stay at Joe's sister's house for the afternoon (which is what we did); we also noticed that the drain for the washing machine was starting to back up and would spill water on the floor. Joe dealt with that this week too. Bad things in threes... I think we're done with house problems.

Luckily I was the only one who the fleas loved. No one else got bites, just me-- you can connect the dots of bites on my ankles and feet and it would look like some constellation... but I digress... and now I'm going to catch up on some much needed sleep.